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The Vigil of Doors

I have Knocked. She has Answered. Now, He stirs. Waiting from me. I have tread these years of my life as a path. It was chosen by God. He has been there. Always. Driving me towards something, ever gently, ever so patiently. Watching me. Proving it to me. And, all the time, waiting.
What follows in these further lines is not fantasy, not some avant-garde zeitgeist, it is an affliction. This is the tale of a boy who became a man who has lived too long without making his Choice. Now, The Choice has grown impatient. It whispers like a dragon and follows him like a giant, trembling his steps. As he faces the Metatron, he asks, “Who are you?” The Metatron replies…
“What you have ignored. Now, you must acknowledge me. For I am your voice. And now…You Must Speak. You are the wayfarer. I am your boat, your clothes, you breath, your shoes. I was the wind upon your back. But now I am a hurricane. Move, or I shall move you. Walk, or I shall drag you. Eat of The Fruit by choice and be made whole, or I will make you eat the earth by force and you will be made naught.”
“Your poltergeist. You, The Drop; I, The Wave; He, The Ocean. We are Water. We are The Same.”
I know now, her answer did not wake him. It woke me. He has been following me for days…A third of Me, A third of Him.

I was borne unto a family who has seen ghosts and heard God. My great grandmother spoke to them. My grandmother has heard angels & God. My aunts have hid in their rooms from your family’s ghosts. The family that lived there after knew about the spirits. Me, I’ve seen ghosts since I was young and began getting premonitions in the ninth grade. And I have heard the Metatron and God.
You can choose not to believe me, because you don’t know me. Those who have, know better.
I wished I was normal. I wished The Dead would leave me alone. But now, I have made The Choice to Work the Deadtime. If I must be the wayfarer of lost souls, a Shinigami, to unload these bricks from my back, I will. I will use these sundered, blackened wings to this end. I when they reconstitute I will finally be whole again, reborn by fire as a six winged Grigori. I must remember I deserve to fly. That I was destined to soar.
Years ago, my friend had a tarot deck. Missing one card, it had a spare of another. To him it was I pastime. He lost interest in the deck when they were no longer new. I having never liked such things (and I still don’t) was attracted to the deck. It’s artwork compelled me to ask for it. He gave it to me without a second thought.
I never did a tarot reading, until I was asked to for fun. Despite knowing nothing, I watched my friends do theirs. How they read the cards, to me felt wrong. I felt them crawl away them. My friends spoke lies, the cards resonated to me.
When it was my turn, I did everything differently. I could not remember how they did any if it. I had been too focused on the cards. My friends said my layout was ‘unique’. That my interpretations were ‘not what the cards mean’. All the while, the cards were like a vapor to me. The longer I stared at them, the more the vapors opened pathways in my mind, inclining me to speak one way more than the other, choose one word for another. In the end, we laughed it all off.
My readings are uncanny and gravely true. My readings do not tell the future. They show obstacles, choices, and the results of choosing one path over another.
I told one person three jobs will call you. Take the job that pays the least you will be happier. You will have to move and it will be hard for the first six months but then a new job will open for you and you will make more money than the current better choice will offer. In three months, you will run into a past man who you now know and if you choose him you will suffer. Leave him be or the job will not be there when you need it.
What really happened?
She chose the cheap job moved to Pittsburgh and lived in a shitty apartment scraping by. In exactly three months after she moved she was at a club and ran into her schizophrenic ex-boyfriend. She ignored him and he left angry. She didn’t want to, she said. She didn’t like hurting him like that, and she still loved him. But she listened to me. Two weeks later, he stopped taking his medication and pulled a gun on his father, then tried to commit suicide. She later got a job that offered her three times as much as she made living here.
She still has like $700 dollars worth of my movies. That fucking bitch. She “lost” them. Karma will catch her eventually.
Another reading I did, I told a girl, in two weeks you will meet a ‘nice guy’. “Don’t fuck him,” I said, “If you do, he’ll never talk to you again.” I told her to wait and in three months you will meet a guy who is even better and you will have a long happy relationship. She asked me if it would last. I said I can only read ‘til a year from now, but it would at least last that long.
What happened?
She meet a guy two weeks later at a party. She got drunk and fucked him. He blocked her number. Three months later she met this “really great guy”. They went to a party just after they met and she realized he was best friends with the guy she had fucked! He said he doesn’t date beer sluts. And she kept wanting me to give her a reading every time she came to my house! Can you say greedy?
The curiosity of my tarot pattern goaded me until I drew it and sent the picture to someone I could not call less than a sensei or sage. “It fascinates me,” she said. She told me it resembles a thing called a “veve of Legba”, which is seems to match the word “Sigil,” in my lexicon. This sigil allows spirits of The Dead to speak to me through it.
That is what made me give up my resistance. It seems even my “parlor trick” was Workin’ The Dead. So now I admit it. I was born to be a Necromancer. Apparently, I am some type of prodigious sorcerer. Not rare, but not common.
It seems some of the things I can do are rarer than others. I can collapse the layers to make it impossible for lesser spirits to enter an area. I can do it as long as I want, or until I have to sleep. It doesn’t work on anchored souls. I’m doubting it would work on The Unborn. This closes Hellesponts, (“Gateways”, or whatever you want to call them) as well. This, by the way, draws ghosts like moths to a bonfire. Not cool.
I can push ghosts away from me. I can prevent them from touching me and do the same for those that stand near me. This actually requires a lot of energy. It gives me migraines, makes my heart race, and my lungs burn. Sometimes it gives me vertigo for a moment or two.
Truthfully, most of the time, ghosts can’t touch me anyway. And sometimes, it seems to hurt them and leave me feeling invigorated. Don’t get that one at all. But I can never tell, one way or the other, what will happen. So, I ignore ghosts so they don’t try. (Most ghosts can’t see you. But if you can see them, they can sense something is wrong and start looking around. If you make eye contact they know you see them. They get really pissed off, or upset, that I can’t hear them. Poor bastards. The only person that can see them, is deaf, from their standpoint.)

I don’t see them when I am awake. But I had a dream many years ago, that I was walking down a street, and I saw a guy leaning up against a lamp post.He was watching people’s faces as they walked by. I realized he was watching them to see if they could see him. None did. I could see him but carefully acted as though I couldn’t. I realized that if they could see that you could see them, they would follow you and the game was on. That’s a real ghost, different from just a place-memory.

Yeah looking at this post almost two years later, I realise how much I have grown.

I learned I’m a special type of shaman, call a “Psychopomp”. And I learned katabasis. But more importantly, I have had the personal awakening and time to reflect on it.

Now I give advice on dealing with ghosts, exorcism, and katabasis. I think the last time I gave a post was on creating a “Death Shroud” which works like my draining ability on ghosts, and is based on the Crown of Fire ki technique but uses karma rather than fire. There is a little more to it but that is good for now.
At this point I’ve written more than anyone about ghosts and getting into the actual afterlife beyond the heavens and hells.

My advice, if you really want to knock your socks off is learn to katabase. You’ll look at any religion the same way again. It’s like being given the truth…finally…and by sight, not some dead guy who died 1600 years ago and became indoctrinated.

A note on katabasis: It is not AP. It feels like a freefall at first not like AP.

And you’re right about ghosts. They do watch for people with Sight. But as far as “the game”: not most of the time. They usually are just scared and needed talked to. Learn to Send them through katabasis. It only takes a second and you only feel a little vertigo. The ones who do screw with people, learn to invoke karma as a ki and drag them into The Veil with katabasis.
And make a effigic weapon. A good fetish filled with your negative emotions can harm or kill anything not of flesh. Even possessorghosts or spirits can deal,…

I never heard of katabasis. I looked it up. It seems similar to the journeys of Odysseus and Orpheus? Anyways, how would someone look this up and learn it?

I had someone tell me 5-6 years ago, my world would fall apart (and it has) and I was destined to become a psychopomp. My patron saint is Michael and the god whose sign I was born under is Hermes. My mother died this year. Some odd things have been happening.

I appreciate your thoughts and insight. I would like to learn more. I get requests from people bothered by spirits, and just got one the other day. I am not sure how to help these troubled folks. I hate to send them away or ignore them.

Hmm….not to sound lazy, but like I said: I’ve already wrote a hell of a lot on this. All of it is on the internet. Hit up OccultCorpus.com and keyword search “katabasis” or “ascended dead”. You’ll find probably 400+ posts on the topic or where I wax in with my two cents.
My name is Mugami there as well.

In so far as dealing with ghosts: type in exorcism on the OC and read those too. Most problems with ghosts can be staunched with wormwood and cardamom and verba mate in your ash tray burning. Plus frankincense and myrrh and smoking a clove cigarette. You fishbowl a room with that and they vacate usually. You should know most of this from Coleman.

Beyond that, take a post it note and write a Sator Square and stick it between the matress and the box spring. It keeps ghost out of your bed. Four Sators on every room, then fish bowl it and the room is sealed from reentry. Every room and fish bowl seals a house pretty damned well. If a ghost can stay Bound beyond that it requires an Iron pot filled with water and then repeat the process. Ghost goes in pot to hide you put on the iron lid and -voila- necrotic urn. Now take the pot and dump it on a crossroads (not the end of your driveway) and bye bye ghost. If a ghost STILL comes back you need a mediator. Necromancer, mambo, or psychopomp. Mambos can hoodoo it down. Necros can trap it or kill it. Psychopomp can literally grab a ghost by the neck and Ride them into The Veil. No ghost or Shade can come back out.
If you can’t find the ghost, is there a adolescent in the home. Teens can create poltergeists. They are nothing more than extensions of their Soul and a sign of stress. The kid needs a therapist.
A Spirit can pass through The Veil freely, Thor, hermes, a yeti, the boogie man, michael, YHWH, Kali. I make a joke but the truth is they are real to one degree or another. Created by the human mind, Spirits are local gods (local to a religion being implied). Gods take either a Pelaros, shaman, necro, or Psychopomp to deal with. Psychopomps being ideal. A natural psychopomp can control The Dragon Gates (japanese term). The highest being Shishinryu. The power to invoke entropy. To a ghost it comes as karma. To a spirit it comes as death. The problem lies is the limit of the psychopomp. A poor psychopomp that cannot use The Death Shroud is worthless at dealing with Shades and Spirits. They have to use spells and rites like normal magi and fluffies. But if you can learn katabasis, harness ki, enter a Mu state of mind, and have a Death Shroud going…well…in good health, you can kill anything. Me, I am about as powerful as Raphael, who is my Angel. And Shades will not come near me. Nothing bothers me anymore. It’s rather nice. No more ghosts in my bathroom while I try to shower in peace, if you know what I’m saying.
The downside to katabasis…there isn’t one. Not that it isn’t dangerous, the first trip might kill you, but the end result and what you gain and how the very fabric of the world changes…my god…i would never give it up. Never. It has made me syncretic and it will do the same to you as it has done to everyone who has ever gone. Katabasis allows you to actually see reality. It can never be explained to the uninitiated. Hence why it is so hard to find. Necromancers hide it until the upper ranks like how facltus does. But Call Raphael and see what he says. Psychopomps, real psychopomps are extraordinarily rare. If you are one I will help you katabase. To give you perspective: Jesus and buddha were psychopomps and beyond that lazarus bullshit those are our powers. Cast out demons by a command…done it. To the afterlife and back….done. Seen God…done. Talk to higher powers….check. striken to poverty…still checking that one. No decent wife….yeah check. Have no fear of death and what waits for them…ahhhh check. Life sucks for me but the thought of my life after this is bliss. Not in a heaven kinda way, but I can sleep on a bench all day, watch souls being born, and souls walking in town and no one bothers me bliss. Katabasis is like ambosia to the soul. Every doubt or worry, every flaw you find in religion, is cleaned up there. I still worry about everything, but I don’t worry about dying or the meaning of life or is my religion the right one. I will still have a little bit of hell but not much. Just some closet cleaning really.

And while this all sounds a little crazy, its only because you haven’t experianced it. And that’s why necros hide it. If people knew that katabasis was the answer to all lies religion makes up…well…there would another crusade. Katabasis is strictly the realm of necros and psychopomps and it gives you the very answers all the religions in the world have tried to and failed. The afterlife in religion is like a blind man in Michigan writing about the beauty of the Sakurai blossoms in japan when he has never been there, seen them, touched them. Would you care what he writes? No. And after katabasis, you’ll feel the same about religion and every two bit wiccan who wants to tell you how magic works with their gay little “k” at the end. You’ll look at all the god-fearing people you know and just wanna pat them on the heads like little puppies. Poor little puppies. And shitty people, you’ll just be filled with glee over. Because you have had a taste of hells and heavens know why pride, vanity, sloth, and gluttony are gonna bite them hard. Life will be so much nicer and calming. Jesus had everything right but christians have screwed it all. After katabasis, you”ll realize what he meant and feel such sorrow for him you willl cry everytime you explain it. But never over the crux. Lift a stone. You will find yourself.